My names Kyle, I came home from a rough day of high school, when my little sister came into the living room, she had something behind her back hiding it from me with a grin across her face I have a new friend she said smiling you want to see it. She was only six so I nodded thinking that my mother had bought her a new toy to make her behave at the store or something. But what she reveled to me wasnt what I expected. It was a little deformed doll made from a burlap bag sown together with thick white string, it had a smile stitched on its face, and only one eye a large button eye on the left side of its head. Um sis what the hell is that thing I asked her my eyes fixated on the creepy little doll his names trix she replied I found him outside, he says that hes has something to do here. I thought that she had the idea that it was alive like she did with all her toys. So I rolled my eyes and walked away sure he is sis I said to her as I left the room.

Journal entry: 2

Last night around midnight or so I heard the sounds of footsteps going back and forth across the doorway to my room, thinking it was our dog I tried to go back to sleep. But that idea was over when I heard the crash coming from the living room, I got up to see what our dog had knocked over. However as soon as I got to the living room I heard our dog whining from his doghouse outside. I forgot that he was going to be tied up at night due him misbehaving when were not at home. So I went to see what caused the crash, there was nothing. And the only thing that was in the room was a broken picture frame with a photo of me that it once contained with a red x across my face. I thought it was my sister trying to scare me so I confronted her about it this morning and all she said was trixs doesnt like you, he says you need to be punished and then she walked away to watch T.V.

Journal entry: 8

For the first week after the broken picture frame it was quiet nothing out of the ordinary, well besides that doll, and that my sis now considered it as her new friend. Until last night however around midnight I heard the footsteps again back and forth across my doorway, and then they stopped like before. I waited for a while to listen if something would break like last time, but I felt that I was being watched so I got up out of bed. And that when I saw it, my sisters doll siting at the foot of my bed, looking at me, having the twisted grin it had and stared at me with its one button eye. I picked it up to take to my sister thinking she did this to freak me out knowing I hated this toy. I soon as I walked out in the hallway my mother walked to me Kyle! why do have your sisters doll I looked at her she put her doll in my room, Im giving it back to her I told her. I was a little mad that she would think that I would really take this ratty old thing, however throwing that little fucker out in the trash did come to mind. How could she my mom started your little sister was sleeping in my room with the doll since I put her to bed thats when my mothers words hit me are you sure that shes been in your room this whole night? I asked her. Yes Im sure Ive been watching television in there while she was sleeping, and she is asleep and did have her doll with her when I went to go to the bathroom she said taking the doll and heading back to her room. Is what just happened even possible dolls dont just get up and walk around dont they.

Journal entry: 11

Its been three days after; I found something online that said if you take a picture of an object you could see if there was any paranormal activity going on with it. With that in mind I decided to do a little bit of a test with my sisters doll. That afternoon she was on the couch with the doll giving him his own spot, I decided to take a quick photo of it with a 29 picture disposable, I would have used my digital but my friend bowed it and never gave it back. So I took a picture I wanted to take more but my sister got mad at me and left the living room with her doll so I took pictures of a bunch of random tree pictures so I could get them developed as soon as possible. Its already going to take a week till I might have an understanding of what Im up against.

Journal entry: 12

Our dog started to whine and howl and bark at something last night, let I reminded you that we keep our dog outside so at first I thought it was a squirrel or something like that. But that thought changed when this morning came and we saw our dog torn up in a bloody mess in his doghouse. My family thought some animal from the back of the wood and just attacked him, but then we saw the knife, it was one of our knifes from the kitchen. We also found out that our dog had his right eye missing as well his mouth stitched together to form a smile. We had called the police and they said that they didnt know who could have done this from our town but they talked to everyone on our street. So far there was no suspects found and no witnesses no nothing, due to my dog being so mutilated they did an autopsy on him and they found a plastic Ziploc bag inside of his stomach that had a letter for me.

It said the following:

Kyle, Im coming for you. Singed, You dont need to know you wont be alive long enough to remember.

What is going on here, why is this sick fuck after me and why did he kill my dog just to leave me that letter. All I know is that ever since my sister brought that doll into our home, is when all of this shit started to happen.

I need to get those photos before things get worst.

Journal entry: 13

Im coming for you Kyle

Who got into my journal! I can tell you this right now I did not write that, theres something in this house and its fucking with my head and it needs to go. After my dog died Im not just hearing the footsteps anymore but Im now greeted with a giggle some insane sounding giggle. Why is this happing, what did I do to piss this guy off. I called the store to see if my photos are developed yet. Im sorry their not, but the photos will be done in two days tops. Im not going to write anything in my journal for a while a least until my photos are developed.

Journal entry: 14

Im coming for you!

Journal entry: 15

Im coming for you!!!

Journal entry: 16

No.no.no.no, what is going on here I told you that I would not be putting more entrys in my journal until I got the photos back. I did not write the last two entrys, however I found out that my sisters little toy was fucking with me, there was nothing in the photos, nothing, not even the doll. Before you say that that one didnt come out and they throw it away, they didnt I got all of them back. I got all 29 back and there was nothing, my mother and sister left to go to the store I hope my sister took the doll with her.

I finally caught that little fucker just now as I was writing this I heard the footsteps again I turned to see what it was. Hes standing there looking at me, smiling, with a knife that came from the kitchen. I know that hes going to kill me, which is why Im leaving this journal so you know my side of the story. Hes coming closer mom Im sorry but

.Kyles mother and sister were on there the way home mom I dont know were I put my doll she said crying in the back seat of the car the last time I saw it was in here you must have lost it at the store her mother said as they were a few feet from their home, until they saw the police cars and an ambulance at there house. She stopped the car and got out ran to the closes police officer to ask him what happened. He told her that 9-1-1 was called 10 minutes ago and they found her son in his room cut up. With his mouth stitched shut, and his right eye missing along with his journal right next to his bed with the pages missing but this final entry.

Journal entry: 17

This is the end of the journal; this is the end for the boy.Also know that . Im coming for you. Singed, Trix

I would be happy to listen to it if MCP narrated it. I bet a lot of people would. (I'm thinking about submitting my story after I write it, but it probably won't accept it since it's so boring. I mean, a sad little girl that can see the past and future and has the urge to kill people? That's boring.)

You could always ask to read your story. She's done three Madame Reads already. (The stories really aren't that good, I don't even have a backstory, only one sorta true story and one might come true story. fav.me/d6ctqwlfav.me/d6ctrhb)